(edited formatting 6-26-2014)

A/N: So, yeah... this chapter is a little short... don't kill me. But on a brighter note: I fixed the touchpad on my laptop! WOO HOO! $6 bucks spent for nothing... but at least I have the corded mouse to use if this happens again...

In answer to a question by DarkestDangel, : Yes, there are only four classes per day. I decided to base the school schedule off of the one that I grew up with personally. I believe the name is "Block Schedule" here in the USA. Pretty much, the school year is divided into two semesters, Fall, and Spring. In autumn, you have four classes with a lunch in the middle, Exams for those classes are in December. When Spring rolls around, you take four different classes, again with a lunch in the middle. Exams are in May for those.

Just as a side note, the school day for Lovi starts at 8AM and ends around 3:30 PM.

To anyone else that has any questions about this AU, Please, ASK AWAY. I'll be happy to answer and clear up any confusion. After all, this shows that y'all are reading.

Anyway...I'll shut up now,

~SeriPhe08

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I do not own anything related to Hetalia, or any other works that I may reference in my writings. If I could own any of these characters, Spamano would be a canon storyline…along with many other tasty pairings….!

End of Disclaimer

CHAPTER 21

Another Kind of Rain

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LOVINO'S POV

After that awkward as hell moment upstairs, I somehow manage to survive sitting next to the idiota through dinner. It turns out that Antonio wasn't kidding when he said that his Mama makes an amazing paella. I didn't have to lie when I told her that it was delicious. And, yes, I've lied about the quality of someone's cooking many times before. I've had to sit through a hell of a lot of Mafioso dinners with Nonno's associates and their wives. I've tasted many things that made the Eyebrow Bastard's cooking seem gourmet. Mrs. Anita's cooking definitely does not fall in that category.

There were a few moments when I wanted to crawl under the damn dining room table and hide though. Apparently Signor Jose, Antonio's father, is just as bubbly as the Tomato Bastard, and for some reason, when he asked what my parents did for a living, I wasn't able to lie to his smiling face. So the entire Spanish family now knows that I live alone with my twin brother.

Apparently, Antonio's entire family shares in the opinion of "to each their own" and aren't going to rat us out to the authorities. Antonio's grandfather gave me a strange look before shrugging and Mrs. Anita looked like she wanted to pity me at first, but just said,

"Well, if you ever need anything don't hesitate to ask," and served me another helping of her cooking.

I don't intend to let Antonio ever find out, but, it was actually kind of nice to sit down to a family meal that includes more that just my brother. Even if it is a little bittersweet at the same time.

I get lucky, and, about twenty minutes after dinner, the rain slacks off enough for me to get myself and my Ducati home before it starts to come down like a damn waterfall again. I'll run my damn errands another day.

Just for the hell of it, I tossed Feliciano's bicycle in the garage beside my own. I don't want to have to deal with his tears if the damn thing starts to rust.

I head upstairs and flop on my bed. I glance over at my desk and see my phone still plugged in and, praying the entire time that I don't have any damn missed calls, turn the thing back on. It looks like fate is finally on my side for once, because the damn thing doesn't show any new voice-mails.

I go fish my laundry out of the dryer where I left them, and after putting the pile away, start getting ready for bed. Just as I'm about to crawl under the covers, my fucking phone starts buzzing. So much for fate giving me a break.

"What do you want, Nonno?" I growl as I answer the call. My happy go lucky bastard of a grandfather chuckles.

"Aww, come on Lovino, can't a guy call his grandson" I relax slightly as he uses my real name. It's not a business call. "I was wondering what you and Feli have been up to lately."

Great. He wants to chat. "Not much has been going on, Nonno. Feli's become even better friends with the damn Potato and is out with some friends. I was going to bed. I'll have Feli call you tomorrow."

I hear a sigh, and am prepared to hang up when he speaks up, "Oh, who is "the Potato"? Has my adorable little Feli made a new friend?" I can hear the hint of suspicion in Nonno's voice. Of course he would be worried about who's hanging around his precious Feli.

"He's been hanging around the bastardo for a while at school. The guy's name is Ludwig Beilshmidt. He's a huge ass German bastard in the same grade as us."

I wait for Nonno to go all Mafia-boss and order me to investigate the Potato and see if he's worthy of hanging around Feli, but he suddenly starts chuckling. What the fuck?

"Haha, so he's one of old Rolf's grandsons... is he the wild one or the strict one?"

WHAT THE HELL? Nonno knows the Potato Bastard's GRANDFATHER? Now I know for a fact that fate is intent on sending me to an early fucking grave.

"He's the strict one..." I sigh into the mouthpiece.

"Haha, I bet Feli has the poor boy all flustered." Nonno laughs again.

"Nonno," I speak up. The last thing I want to talk about with Nonno is the fucking Macho Potato. "I'll tell Feli to call you later. I'm going to sleep. Feli and I have school tomorrow."

"Ah. Alright. Oh! Before I forget, I need you to deliver something for me on Friday night. I'll call you about the details later. Goodnight, Romano."

The line clicks. I restrain myself from flinging the damn phone across the room. It figures that the bastard would call me Romano when he said good night. As far as I know he always has some damn cute nickname for Feliciano when he hangs up with him. Eh, who the hell am I kidding. Feli is Nonno's precious little angel.

Ah. Whatever. It's not like it really bothers me or anything. I slip under the covers and bury my face in the damn pillow.

Yeah. It doesn't bother me a bit, dammit.

National Reviews

Spain: *tears in eyes* Roma...Were you crying in the end of this chapter?

Romano: *wipes eyes* Like hell I was!

Spain: Aww. Don't worry, Boss will make it all better! Fusosososo~

Romano: *raises an eyebrow and stalks off*

Spain: *runs after Romano* Ah! Roma! Wait!

Me: *watches as Romano dodges a hug from Spain before turning to the readers* Well, yeah...this chapter ended a little bit on an angsty note... but there will be humor next chapter. BTW it's title is "Ch 22: Mice"