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Kicking the Bucket List

fourteen

"I have passed by many eyes,
but I only got lost in yours."
— Feb 22, 2015

The next morning, when the sun had begun to dawn, it was as if Lovino's spirits rose with it. He woke up on time, feeling well-rested; for once, he wasn't in an irascible mood. Somehow, it felt as if everything fell into place.

…I-It was nice, actually.

(But a small part of him was afraid to grow accustomed to it.)

After staring at the ceiling in blissful languor for several minutes, Lovino finally got up to get ready for class. He exited his bedroom after, finding Feliciano bustling about the kitchen, singing to Taylor Swift's Blank Space. The older Italian couldn't help but snort in amusement.

"Ve~ Buon giorno, fratello!" Feli says, kissing his brother's cheek. He was up and early today~!

"Buon giorno," Lovino mutters in response, sitting on one of the barstools by the island counter. Last night was still on replay in his head. It took him quite a bit of effort to refrain from smiling like an idiot. Fucking pathetic, but he can't really find it in himself to give a shit.

"I'm making eggs Benedict~" says Feli, striding over to the oven to check on the muffins toasting in the oven. "Can you help me make the hollandaise?"

"Yeah, sure," the older of the two replies, getting up with a laboured groan. He strides over to one of the cupboards to get a bowl so he can make the sauce.

"Ooh~ You're in a good mood today~! Anything good happen?"

The bowl in Lovino's flimsy grasp clatters down to the counter— thankfully, it didn't break. Hands still trembling, his face flushes fifty shades of crimson as he inadvertently freezes up in absolute mortification. Oh, God. You fucking klutz.

"Shit," he hisses under his breath, berating himself for getting so affected by something as trivial as an observation from Feliciano, before turning the volume up a notch. He should've known Feliciano would have noticed, anyway. When it came to his younger twin, he was practically an open book. And no, his transparency wasn't intentional. "I-I don't know what the hell you're talking about, so..! S-So shut up, dammit!"

Feli smiles at him, faux naïf. "If you say so, Lovi… But you're my fratello; I know well enough when you're in a good mood~!" He returns to tending the smoked ham sizzling on the stove. "Whatever it is, if you're happy, then I'm happy, fratello!"

"You're such a sap." Lovino clumsily retrieves the ingredients he needs from the fridge. "And, whatever! Just shut up, dammit— you're annoying me already!"

"Ve~ But of course!" Feliciano airily laughs, flipping the ham cooking on the skillet with practised ease.

"Don't you fucking sass me," the older of the two grumbles in response. Thankfully, that was the end of that.

The Vargas brother worked deftly and precisely; he was no stranger to cooking and preparing dishes from different cuisines, but Italian food definitely ruled over them all. His seafood risotto is fucking orgasmic. No kidding. And so is he and Feliciano's tortellini, but they only ever make pasta from scratch during the holidays or special events; Christmas, mostly. Or whenever Nonno had the time to come home from whatever the hell he did for a living.

Breakfast, for most part, was quiet.

Maybe, perhaps, it was because Feliciano was silently waiting for Lovino to 'fess up or something. He eyed his older brother expectantly the entire time, efforts (and beseeching stares) indefatigable.

It was awkward— not to mention creepy— as fuck.

Lovino didn't know why Feliciano bothered— he rarely ever gave in to the younger twin's whims and p-pleading stares… e-especially the ones that made him look like a k-kicked puppy or something…

…Okay, so maybe he did.

So?

Fuck you.

B-But there is no way in heaven or in hell that he would ever tell Feliciano about him. He couldn't— he just couldn't. He would never hear the end of it.

Plus, it wasn't like Allistor would ever feel the same way, right?

"Ugh, not this again." Lovino grumbles, scowling at the Spaniard waiting outside their apartment building— once again.

Dio, he really should be used to this by now— and in a way, he is. But out of self-preservation of sanity, he refuses to outright admit that this— the stupid Spaniard stalking his fratellino— has become a part of his daily life.

That, in itself, was like admitting defeat. Like, that's it. The douchebag is like a tumour. A mass of cells with no function. And you just let him stay there, allowing him to become a malignant tumour.

Now you have cancer.

Antonio's expression could've lit up the entire metropolitan area the moment he saw the Vargas twins. Before he could even stop himself, or show a single self-respecting iota of self-restraint, he immediately rushes over to Lovino, genuinely excited to see him.

"Lovi! Uh. I mean, Lovino. Hi. Hi~!" He babbles, his heart rapidly beating against his chest. He reminded Lovino of a happy puppy.

The scowl on Lovino's face deepens, a crease forming between his brows. "What do you want from me? Leave me alone, dammit!"

Virginity Guardian Armour activated, he automatically reaches behind him to shield Feliciano away from that damned Spaniard's touchy-feely mitts.

Admittedly, his Virginity Guardian Armour hasn't been proactive in quite a bit, but it's about time that shit's changed. For good.

"Well, I—"

Lovino gives him a sarcastic smile, "That was a rhetorical question. Fuck off."

"Lovi!" Feliciano whines, latching onto his brother's arm and trying to manoeuvre him away, far, far away from Antonio, lest fists start flying— again.

Feeling dejected, Antonio tries to find the right words to reason with him. All he wanted was to apologise to Lovino and be forgiven! That— That's all! Right? "B-But…"

Lovino swiftly turns on his heel and starts walking to campus. He's dragging Feliciano along with him.

And within a few short minutes, all of them would part.

Antonio didn't know why, but he was beginning to dislike how short the walk to campus from the Vargas' apartment was. It wasn't long enough to try and talk to Lovino.

N-Not that Lovino would even talk to him, anyway.

But still.

There was something about the Italian Toni couldn't exactly pinpoint. Like there was something else hidden underneath all those anger issues and truculence.

What Antonio saw of Lovino's writing that day attested to that, and he wanted to know more. Craved, even.

He just wished he had more opportunities in the day to try and get to know the older Vargas brother.

As Lovino stomps off to his first class, re-pissed about having to spend his mornings around someone he hated, Feliciano hung back and turned to Antonio.

The Spaniard looks troubled. Really troubled.

"Ve~" Feli starts, "I know you mean well and all, but I think it would be best if you gave Lovi some space first~. Then you can try again!"

Antonio's eyes meet Feliciano's, a flustered smile on his face. "Ah, right~" A small chuckle escapes his lips. "Has he always been like this?"

"Who? Lovi?" Asks Feliciano. Toni nods in response. "Hmm~ Like what, Toni?"

The brunette shrugs his shoulders before making a vague hand gesture in the general direction of where the grumpy twin stormed off. "Angry."

The younger twin giggles before his expression grows sombre. "As long as I could remember. But Lovi's actually a nice person! He— He just… doesn't like to show it."

Toni raises an eyebrow at this. "Why?"

"I ask him about it sometimes, but he never gives me a straight answer. Sometimes, I don't think he'll ever tell me." He glances down at his feet, expression unreadable and almost wistful in a way. "But maybe one day, Lovi will open up to me."

"You smooth bastard." Magdalene says for the umpteenth time, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Shush, Mags. Stop making such a big deal out of this! 'Ow many times do Ah have ta tell yeh? It wasn't a date—"

"Ah, ah, ah!" She quickly interjects, waggling her finger at him. "I'll bet you wish it were. And it was! Bloody hell, Allistor, denial much?"

"It was not denial, we were jus' hanging out! Two blokes going out for a cup of coffee."

"'Hanging out'? You call that hanging out? For God's sake, Allistor, you fancy him and you know it!"

"Ah do not fancy 'im." He exclaims in exasperation.

"Really, Allistor. You're being as stubborn as your brothers. It must run in the family."

"Why are yeh so obsessed wif me love life? Wha's it to yeh if Ah fancy 'im or not?"

But she can see his resolve crumbling, and that's all that matters. She raises an eyebrow at him.

Several seconds pass and he winces sheepishly. "Okay. So maybe Ah do. Jus' a little bit. Ah mean, look a' 'im. He's— He is absolutely adorable. God." He places his hands on his hips and slowly shakes his head. "Ah… Ah jus' don't know anymore, Mags. Fing is, Ah'm… usually straight?"

"So? Follow your heart, man!"

The redhead chuckles incredulously, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Oh, God. Yeh don't even know half of wha' Ah'm feeling right now. After all this time Ah thought Ah were straight, turns out Ah'm actually…" He clears his throat. "A homosexual. It's a very weird feeling, an' now Ah feel all ambivalent."

"Ooh, 'ambivalent'. Fancy." She crosses her arms over her chest. "It shouldn't even matter. Arthur's gay too, isn't he?"

"Yes, but… please don't say tha'."

"Say what?"

"…Th' word 'gay'. It just seems… derogatory ta me, is all. Ah don't like th' ring of i'."

"'Faggot' is derogatory. 'Twinkie' is derogatory. 'Poof' is derogatory. 'Gay' is an accepted term for a male homosexual."

"Ah know tha', but— but still. Ah'm new to— to all this…"

She grins at him, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Maybe you can ask Lovino show you the ropes—"

"For God's sake, Magdalene."

They were studying poetry in Lovino's Creative Writing class, the different styles and forms of poetry and prose, along with notable poets to go with it. Once again, Lovino found himself lost in his thoughts as they replayed last night over and over again, trying to take in every single fleeting moment he spent with him. He wished he had a picture of the Scotsman or something. But no photo on earth could ever be good enough as seeing him in person. Words began to swirl, form in his head. He needed to capture his words, lest they get lost in his thoughts, never to return.

He didn't know why his words had a tendency to go astray if he didn't write it down right then and there. It was one of his idiosyncrasies, really. When he thought about it, remembered that one annoying eccentricity about himself, he hated it. But when he didn't, he found that he didn't particularly poised over paper, his hand began to write.

I want to map out
constellations
on your skin,

run my hands
through tresses
like flames
licking
at my bones,

make my home
in eyes evergreen,

and yet I
accustom myself to
affections unseen

and that makes
me scared
because I want you
and to want
is a dangerous thing

to crave for things,
places, and people
one can never have

He drew his hand back and thought about it for a second, poring over what he'd written. Then he frowned upon realising that whatever he felt about Allistor? Yeah, it was getting bad. Real bad. Then again, who was he to judge, being callow to the ever-mysterious ways of romantic love? Having vetoed the very notion of it all his life?

Was he a hypocrite because of it? Or was he enlightened?

Like, this is the same thing others live for, what poets died for.

The phrase 'dead men tell no lies' comes to thought.

Surely, to love is a dangerous thing.

As he decided to turn his attention back to the lecture being given, he thought about one of his favourite poets, Francesco Petrarca. He was an Italian, of course. His Il Canzoniere was the crowning glory of all his works, yet Lovino found himself somewhat obsessed with Petrarch's Love's Inconsistency.

It related to him, somehow. Actually, not 'somehow', but it related to him a lot. And right now, one particular line spoke to him.

'I love another, and yet I hate myself.'

It just really hits home, doesn't it?

A-And what's amazing about it is that this guy, Petrarch? Yeah, he lived in the fucking 1300's, which is just— just astonishing. His words were true then, and to Lovino, they're true now.

Literature literally transcends time. Like, go to the library. Look at all those classics. They're fucking timeless, no matter how immemorial they are. Read those classics. These writers are the ones who paved the way, they are the ones who raised the bar as high as it is. These works, when you read them, it's like travelling back in time, another era, even another world; be it living through the French Revolution in Victor Hugo's Les Miserables or in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.

And the most mindblowing thing about it?

When you flip through those pages, you're reading the same book many great revolutionary people have. The words you see are the ones they've read as well. And, somehow, it's like you're a part of it. You're a part of something great.

But he wasn't quite good enough yet. Not now, probably not today… but maybe someday.

Given that he lived long enough to create a literary masterpiece, that is.

Lovino

A languid scrawl on a blank page.

Vargas

The name glided from the tip of his pen so smoothly, so fluidly, to write it over and over again felt more and more natural.

Lovino Vargas

Lovino Vargas

Lovino Vargas

Stop.

Green eyes scanned the page, the Italian's name gradually filling up the page.

To write his name seemed so right. Like it was made to be written, especially in two liquid swoops.

Lovino Vargas

Lovino
Lovino
Lovino

Over and over and over again.

Forwards, downwards, diagonally— wherever it could fit, be it the nooks and crannies of the corners of the page, or scrawled along the sides.

Abruptly, the writing had stopped. Ceased.

The monomania subsides temporarily, in the like manner the moon pulls the currents towards itself, water receding from the shore. High tides come nigh, he will succumb to the ephemeral intricacies of passion once again, encumbering all sense of reason within his being.

Class has ended.

The notebook is closed.

Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, Antonio exits the room and looks forward to lunch.

"Gott," Gilbert says, frowning as he picks at his snack. "Why the hell did I even buy Koala March?"

He takes a chocolate-filled biscuit out, staring at the koala on it. It stared right back at him, light brown eyes a-almost… pleading.

The Frenchman and the Spaniard stare at their friend in a mix of curiosity and suspense.

Finally, the self-proclaimed Prussian's resolve crumbles. "I can't do it! Look at him! He's so cute!"

Francis sighs. "It is a confectionery snack, mon ami."

"Ja, but it has a face! I can't eat this! I can't eat him!" Gilbert sets the box down and slips the fortunate koala back in. "Ah, Scheiße. The struggle is real. It sucks being such an awesome and nice person sometimes."

Antonio stares intently at the green hexagonal box, as if telepathically willing it to give him answers. "…How do you even know it was a boy?"

Gilbert shrugs. "I don't."

The scandalised look on Antonio's face prompts the other two to burst out laughing.

Out from the corner of his eye, a certain Italian's face catches his attention. It was like Lovino was some sort of beacon. Like no matter how many people there were in the room, it was like Antonio only saw him. Like Lovino stood apart from the others somehow.

The tides were getting higher and higher with each second he saw him.

Who knows when the waters will come flooding in?

It was nice out today, so Lovino and the squad all decided to go to the park and sit underneath the shade of the trees. Lovino sat against a tree, with Bella laying her head down on his lap. He played with her hair, trying to braid wild daisies he'd found nearby into it. That didn't really work out too well for him because: a. her hair was short, b. she was lying down and c. he didn't know jack shit about braiding hair. Michelle and Elizabeta were also derping on the grass, out in the sun, just bathing in the light. Feliks, however…

"What're you doing?" Lovino asks, raising an eyebrow at the naked-faced Pole preparing assorted makeup cosmetics before him, precariously perched atop the white picnic table he sat at.

Green eyes flicker up to meet his momentarily before they glance back down. "I'm making a quick makeup tutorial. My followers have been, like, asking me for a video on how I do my eyebrows."

The Italian furrows his brows together. "Wait, what? Followers?"

Feliks looks genuinely offended, putting a hand to his chest in offence. "You mean… you don't know?"

"I don't know what?" Lovino retorts, eyes narrowing a fraction.

"Feliks runs a pro-LGBT and transsexual blog." Michelle speaks up, amusement in her tone. "He's Tumblr-famous."

"That's right, honey. I, like, post daily updates, makeup tutorials, Vines, and my content is 100% pro-LGBT rights. It's like a side job I like to do, only better~!"

"You mean you get paid for it?" Lovino asks, quirking an eyebrow up.

"No, but being Tumblr-famous is reward enough, hon. You have no idea how many hate messages I used to get. I still get them even now, but I know better how to answer them with finesse. Like, I am a fucking queen. You think Beyoncé lets herself get affected by all these haters— hell no! I'm the same."

"Started from the bottom, now we're here," quotes Liz, a grin on her face. "You use all that for your eyebrows?"

"Um, duh. It's why my brows are always perf."

Michelle got up from the ground and sat beside Feliks. "So let me get this straight. You use a pencil to contour your brows, then you use an eyebrow cake to fill it in, and you top it all off with two shades of eyebrow mascara."

The blond nods. "Yes, basically~."

She squints. "God, what time do you wake up?"

"Early enough to look fabulous at eight AM." He positions his Macbook Pro in front of him, trying to get the best angle. "Ugh, I'm against the light." He switches to the other side and tries again.

Lovino focusses his attention back to Bella, trying to get all of the petals out of her hair. She shifts a bit, content. "Keep doing that. It feels nice. So later tonight, I'm going on a date with this guy I met at the party last Friday," she says to no one in particular, staring straight ahead.

Michelle turns to her, scooting towards the end of the bench. "Hmm. Party guy? I don't know, Bel…"

A feline smile creeps onto the Belgian's lips. "But he's, like, really cute! He goes to Holy Trinity."

Lovino snorts. Holy Trinity was the Catholic school in the city that only recently opened a small college department. Hardly anyone ever went there. For Bella's sake, he could only hope the kid wasn't answering a vocation.

"Ooh, church boy gone bad~" the Seychellois drawls in a teasing tone.

Bella skims through her Facebook on her phone for a few moments before handing it to Michelle. "Look, look— See? Isn't he cute?"

The brunette takes the phone, examining the photo before slowly nodding in approval. "Mm, yeah, he is kinda hot."

"I know, right? Apparently, he's from Bulgaria."

Lovino speaks up. "Bulgaria is a country?"

"It is!" She giggles in response.

The Italian knits his brows together. "Weird. I thought it was like… Albany or Saxon or something. I dunno. Whatever."

"And he really likes yoghurt, so we're gonna grab some froyo together after dinner."

Michelle hands the phone over to the Hungarian busily editing videos on her laptop. "Hey, Liz! Look at Bella's new boytoy."

Elizabeta takes the phone from Michelle's grasp, her olive green eyes widening. "Whoa. Dude, he totally looks like Eren Jaeger from Attack on Titan! He should totally cosplay Eren!"

"What's that?" Asks Bella, only for Elizabeta to shrug her off, handing the Belgian her phone back.

"It's this anime that I watch. Ugh, I ship Riren and Ereri so hard."

Bella nods, totally not interested (#tbh) "Okay then… Anyways, I hope he and I will click. I want us to be like in those Nicholas Sparks books I read. They're no fairytales, but it's pretty darn close, and I want that."

"You mean you want emotional turmoil and drama," deadpans Liz.

"No, Liz, like true love. I just want to fall in love. Completely, entirely in love." Bella giggles. "I'm sorry, I just— I'm just a huge romantic. I can't help but feel like there must be someone out there for me. My own Prince Charming." Then she glances up at Lovino, who's nearly done with combing the petals out of her golden locks. "Lovi?"

Hazel eyes meet hers. "What?"

"Do you believe in true love? Like somewhere out there, there's a person whose hand you're meant to hold. And despite all the things life throws at you, fate somehow finds a way to bring you two together. I believe in it and I think it's beautiful."

There's a twinkle in her icy green eyes that are practically screaming 'Allistor'. Lovino can't help but grow rigid at the unexpected question. "Um. I don't know."

"Hmm~ Do you want to?"

"…I don't know."

With that, she nods. Best to let Lovi deal with his emotions at his own pace. Wouldn't want to overwhelm him now, would we?

All is silent between them for a few moments before she speaks up. "You should make a Tumblr."

The corner of his lip twitches upwards at the randomness of the statement. "Why?"

"Why not?" She retorts in response.

"Because I don't need one?"

"Honey, no one ever needs a Tumblr until they get one." Feliks pipes up, eyebrows meticulously done and arched to perfection.

"I know that feel," Liz says, high-fiving Feliks.

"So why should I get one?" Lovino asks the blond on his lap.

She reaches up and pokes his cheek. He swats her hand away in annoyance.

"Because it'd be fun, silly~!" She skims through her phone before handing it to Lovino. "Here~. Make one!"

He groans in protest.

She pouts at him. "Please?"

"No!" Lovino growls out, trying to push her face away. God, that pout is potent. Nope. No. Hell no.

She turns to face him, wrapping draping an arm around his waist. "Please?" She pushes his hands away from her face. He opts to cover his face this time.

"Lovi!" She whines, prying his hands off. "Look at me so I can pout at you!"

Something akin a whimper escapes his lips. She gets up off his lap and grapples around with him. "C'mon! Just make one!"

"Why!?"

"Because!"

"No! Leave me alone!"

After several minutes of more bantering, it finally dawns on Lovino that Bella will not get off his back until she gets what she wants. His attempts futile, his waste of energy had eventually forced him into surrender.

"Fine, fine! I'll make your stupid blog already. Jesus Christ. Just chill the fuck out, dammit!"

Bella smirks at him in triumph. "Ooh, yay~!"

"One day," he starts, pulling his phone out with one hand and pointing at her with another. "That look won't work on me anymore. And when that day comes, tough shit, Bella. I won't be under your control any longer. Asshole."

The blond smacks him upside the head before getting on her toes to glance over his shoulder.

"You spelled it wrong." She says. He spelt it t-u-m-b-l-e-r. "Remove the 'e'."

He mutters a string of Italian curses under his breath, erasing the 'e'. He stares blankly at the screen. Several seconds pass and it's fully loaded.

Michelle gets up and glances over his other shoulder. "Ooh! Now make a URL."

Lovino types in a possible URL name, disgruntled to find that 'pizza' was taken.

"Oh. About that," Bella comments, her expression sheepish. "The best URLs are always taken. But choose something that best describes you, Lovi!"

He types in 'asshole', but that's taken too. After typing in numerous insulting names, he finally finds a URL that wasn't taken.

"Got one." He says.

"'Piss off'? Really?" The Belgian says incredulously.

He snorts, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Yeah. 'Fuck off' was taken. And if this doesn't best describe me or what I'm feeling right now, I don't know what will."

Bella and Feliks start showing him the basics of the blogging site, how to reblog and make posts. It's like rocket science to Lovino, who's boggled by all the— the things on the thing. Under the guidance of the Belgian and the Pole, the not-so interwebz savvy Italian reblogs a few posts. Finally, he makes his very own post.

Bella made me do this, he wrote as a title. And in the content box below that, he added, oh god why

"That's right, Lovino," Liz says, grinning at him mischievously. "Come over to the dark side. Join us. We have cookies and fandoms."

But he wasn't paying attention to her. He was busy going through the #tomato tag on Tumblr. But there was this tiny little voice in the back of his mind going, What have I done?

What was that about, right?

"Hey, Gil?" Antonio speaks up, picking at the neatly sliced tomatoes he packed for lunch along with some rice and beef salpicao.

"Yeah?" Gilbert asks in response, looking up from his current read: It's Kind of a Funny Story. Immediately, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. Antonio looked stressed. He never looked stressed, unless something serious came up— "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"Um," Toni starts, forcing down a lump that had formed in the back of his throat. His thoughts were racing around in his mind too fast for him to even comprehend. All he knew is that he wanted to know why. "Why do you hate Lovino so much?"

He winces at his tone. It sounded clipped and angry. He wasn't angry, was he? Why should he be? Gilbert didn't to anything wrong.

Cerise eyes widen in response at the sheer defensiveness in Antonio's voice. Gott, it was worse than he thought— than he and Franny thought.

He tries to find the right words to say. An incredulous chuckle escapes his lips as he sets the book down, slowly shaking his head in disbelief. "Look, Tone, I— I don't hate him, okay? I just don't like him very much. We had a some beef together back in high school, alright?"

"What?"

"He punched me a few times. And I may or may have not punched him back." A shiver rolls down his spine at the ominous look on Antonio's face. "I swear, he's a loose cannon. This guy is bad news, Toni. If I'm bad— which I'm not, because I'm awesome— then he's worse. Way worse."

"How?"

"Dude, he punched you in the face just last week. And you're gonna ask me how shitty he is?"

"But I want to know!"

Francis comes back from the comfort room, raising an eyebrow at his friends, a small smirk playing at his lips. "Onhonhon~ What're you two talking about, mes amis?"

Gilbert rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "He's ranting again. About Lovino this time."

A sigh escapes the Frenchman's lips as he pats the brunette's shoulder. "You'll get over it soon enough, Antoine."

Antonio knits his brows together, nonplussed. "Get over what?"

The blond gives him an enigmatic smile. "You'll know soon enough."

Later that night, Lovino found himself sitting in front of his laptop, engrossed in trying to customise his blog's layout. He spent hours sifting through different sites for different themes before settling for one offered by Tumblr itself. He spent a good hour just choosing colour schemes, all the while finding a cursor. He settle for a hand raising up a middle finger because he kinda found it funny as fuck.

He kinda liked his URL. It was anti-social, just like him. 'pxss-off'.

Maybe… making a Tumblr wasn't such a bad idea after all?

Bzzzt!

His eyes flicker over to his phone. It was a text from Bella.

Bella: Hey :D Check your fb Lovi. We got the assistance schedules from the PAS.

He seenzoned her and immediately checked his Facebook in anticipation. On the group he was added in for the PAS' freshmen, he was tagged in a comment to a file posted onto the group by Bella. All the freshmen and volunteers would start helping out next week.

The Italian felt his palms sweat in anxiousness and excitement.

Little did he know that the months to come would be the greatest of his life.

Translations:

buon giorno - good morning (It.)
fratello - brother (It.)
nonno - grandfather (It.)
Dio - God (It.)
fratellino - little brother (It.)
Gott - God (Dt.)
mon ami - my friend (Fr.)
scheiße - shit (Dt.)
mes amis - my friends (Fr.)

Hey guys D; Sorry for the delayed update… again. I finally finished all my theses and my finals start Tuesday. Wish me luck, though bc I really need to keep my scholarship. :') It funds 100% of my tuition fee so chances are, no update later in the week either, bc I'll be studying my brain out. OTL

I apologise if this chapter sucked, and was choppy. All this schoolwork sucked out all my brain juice. So now, I'm like. Dead.

But I hope you guys liked it. :D This chapter was full of filler since I needed it to connect to a main chapter. Totes stoked to write the next chapter :D

Oh, yeah. Lovi's blog on Tumblr is real, by the way. I made it a few days ago.

URL: pxss-off

It's not an RP blog per se, but it is in-character for this fic's Lovino. Oh, yeah~. Expect a bit of a time skip in the next chapter. It's about time this plot's started rolling. :D

~jellydonut16~

P.S. This story is more ambiguous than you think. ;D

P.P.S. Feel free to give me constructive criticism :D And reviews. Reviews are niiice. They make me feel motivated.