Sketchfox: Hello, dear readers and welcome back to the Axis Academy!

Vash: (cocks gun) Good. That saves me the trouble of going to look for you. Where's your friend?

Sketchfox: Shi-I mean, Vash! How wonderful to see you!

Vash: Hmm, the feeling's not mutual. Where's your friend?

Sketchfox: Ahahaha…..yeah….I had a feeling this would happen.

Arthur: Give us a good reason not to kill you.

Sketchfox: Wait, us? As in you and him? As in Vash and Arthur? Us?

Arthur: We have a temporary truce. Where's your friend? The two of you should have updated long ago.

Sketchfox: Uh….it's just me today…

Arthur: Good, we'll kill just you then. Vash, you ready?

Vash: Ready as I'll ever be.

Sketchfox: (gulps) Help?

Disclaimer: Hetalia is not owned by us. Such a pity.

It was Valentine's Day and the scent of romance was thick in the air. The Axis Academy was no exception to this rule and all through the grounds; students were falling prey to the heady aroma of l'amour.

Hiding in the shade of a large sakura tree, a pair of Italians sat, each leaning against a side of the trunk. "He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me…" "Oh for the love of tomatoes, Feli! Get a fuckin' grip! What the hell are you doing?" The younger Italian flinched under his brother's rage momentarily but almost immediately regained his composure. "Ve~ I'm checking to see whether or not Doitsu loves me." Feliciano's enthusiasm didn't even so much as falter under his brother's withering glare. The flower he was holding however seemed to wilt as Lovino cast his gaze upon it. "Che."

Lovino made a rude noise of contempt and flopped upon the grass, his head resting upon his schoolbag. "What the fuck, Feli? That potato bastard? Couldn't you have picked anyone better?" Feliciano pouted down at his twin. He didn't understand why Lovino disliked Ludwig so much. Perhaps it was because Lovino didn't know Ludwig as well as he did and found the German man intimidating with his slicked back hair, cold blue eyes and stiff demeanor. "Doitsu's really really nice, Lovi. And today's Valentine's Day. Look!"

The older twin went slightly cross-eyed as his brother shoved something into his face. "What the-" Lovino stared down at the box of chocolates that Feliciano had so rudely thrust at him. Lifting the lid, he sniffed at the chocolates and promptly jerked away. "Feli, what the fuck is that shit? Is that supposed to be chocolate? What the hell is with that weird smell?"

Feliciano's sunny smile continued to shine and Lovino began to wonder whether his twin had been dropped on his head at birth or something of the sort. Either that or his being the elder twin had meant that he had taken all the brain-power leaving his brother with none. "It's for Doitsu! I made it by myself. It's potato-chocolate! Do you want to try a piece? I'm sure Doitsu won't mind." Lovino fought back the immediate gag reflex that hit at the idea of eating something as hideous as chocolate made of potato. "Get that stuff away from me, idiot. I'm not gonna eat something like that."

"Eh~" Feliciano pulled away, looking hurt at Lovino's harsh rejections. "Are they really that bad?" He looked down at the chocolate, seeming crestfallen. "Maybe Doitsu won't like them then…"

At the sight of Feliciano's dejected features, Lovino felt a sharp pang of guilt. He hated it when his brother pulled the puppy-dog look on him. "Fine! I'll try the stupid chocolate then! That stupid potato bastard better be goddamned grateful!" Grabbing a piece of the odd creation, Lovino steeled himself for the inevitable and popped it into his mouth. His eyes widened and his face turned slightly green. Forcefully, he swallowed the disgusting object and swayed slightly.

Looking anxious, the younger Italian leaned towards his twin. "Ve~ Is it okay, Lovi? Do you think he'll like it?" Covering his mouth, Lovino stood up quickly. "I-I have to go." Feliciano watched his twin sprint towards the school doors and looked down happily at his chocolates. "I didn't think that he would like them that much." Smiling, he gently covered the chocolates again, tying it off with a ribbon. Picking up his brother's bag, he went off, giddy at the thought of handing the chocolates over to his beloved boyfriend.

A nauseated Lovino stood bent over a sink with the water on full-force. "Ugh…" He groaned, forcing back the bile rising in the back of his throat. Looking up into the mirror, he grimaced at the sight of his haggard features. "I am never, NEVER trying my idiot brother's inventions again."

Rinsing out his mouth, the annoyed teen yelped in shock as a pair of arms embraced him from the back. "Lovi~ Mi amor~ I haven't seen you in so long." A scarlet blush painting his face, Lovino practically threw the other teen from him and kneed him in the stomach forcefully. "You stupid tomato bastard! What the fuck do you want?"

Wincing in pain, the Spaniard stood, stooping a little as he held his stomach. "Ah..Lovi, love is so painful indeed. I-" He ducked quickly as a balled up tissue was thrown at his head. Lifting his head, he looked into the bright-red features of a fuming Lovino. "What the fuck do you want, bastard?"

Antonio smiled a full-blown sunny grin and opened his arms to embrace the shorter teen. "It's Valentine's Day, mi amor! Why not do something to celebrate the love that we have for each other!" It was his turn to yelp now, as Lovino slammed his head into his chest. "Shut up, bastard! Stay away from me you idiot!" Kicking the Spaniard in the shins, Lovino turned and ran from the bathroom, still blushing full-force.

Pouting, Antonio sat up, rubbing the spot where his little tomato had so viciously head-butted him. He sighed. "Why does my little Lovino always run from me?" Brushing himself off, he regarded his own reflection in the mirror. "Maybe he doesn't like the way that I look?"

A door opened behind him and a figure exited one of the stalls to join him at the sink. "Trouble in Paradise?" Antonio looked into the bespectacled face of an Asian teen. Tilting his head to one side, the Spaniard evaluated his surprised companion. He remembered him vaguely from some of his classes. "Do I know you," he asked confused. The other teen shook his head. "Naw, ye wouldn't know me. I keep a low profile. How's 'bout we move this talk outta the bathroom?"

Some time later, Antonio found himself sitting on the grass outside with his new acquaintance. Not that he particularly minded skipping out on class, but it would have been nice to at least know his companion's name. Eyeing the other teen, he decided that he probably didn't know him. Shaggy black hair, glasses, half-open eyes and a lazy drawl, he looked like the type who skipped out quite a bit. "Sorry 'bout draggin' ye out so suddenly. Anyways, I'm Dodger." Antonio lifted his eyebrows. "Dodger?" Dodger shrugged and rumpled his shaggy hair carelessly. "Eh, it's a nickname. So, having love problems, eh?"

Antonio's demeanor drooped miserably and he sighed, plucking a dandelion from the ground. "Ah yes. My little Lovino. Always avoiding me." Dodger sighed and stretched out upon the grass, rolling lazily from side to side. "Oh well, he's jus' shy. Give him time. If he hasn't given a gift by the end of Valentine's Day, then ye can come back and kill me."

His interest peaked; Antonio looked at his odd companion. "Really. And if he does?" Dodger half-opened one eye then closed it again. "Then I'll have won a bet." Antonio smiled. "I see. I'll tell you if he does then." Standing, he left his companion asleep upon the grass, humming as he plucked the petals from the dandelion, giddy with anticipation at the thought of receiving a gift from his beloved Italian. "He loves me, he loves me, he loves me…"

The bell chimed, it cries sounding the end of the school day. Feliciano took a deep breath, pulling his precious bundle out from his bag. Nervously, he approached the German teen, unsure of how his boyfriend would react to the gift. "Ve~ Doitsu?"

Ludwig turned, staring down into the upturned features of Feliciano. "F-Feliciano." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "What's wrong?" The smaller Italian gave him his usual sunny smile. "Nothing's wrong Doitsu. I just wanted to give you this." Ludwig looked down at the neatly wrapped package that his boyfriend held out to him and a faint blush crossed his usually stoic features. "O-Oh. Um…T-Thank you."

Taking the box, he carefully unwrapped it, looking curiously at its contents. "Ve~ It's potato chocolate. I thought that since you liked potato so much…Onii-chan tried some and he seemed to like it but I'm not sure if you will…" Ludwig's heart melted at the sight of Feliciano's anxious face. "I-It's fine, Feli." He coughed awkwardly, clearing his throat. "I love potatoes. T-Thank you." Carefully selecting one, he placed it in his mouth and swallowed, smiling down at Feliciano so as to assure him. "I-It tastes great. I love it." "Ve~! Thank you Doitsu! I'm so happy that you like it!"

Blushing even harder, Ludwig stared down at the chocolate. "It's nothing. I-I'm sorry, but I didn't get you anything…" "It's okay Doitsu. You don't need to get me anything." Standing on tip-toes, Feliciano pressed a quick kiss to Ludwig's cheek. The German stiffened slightly, caught off guard, then relaxed and returned the favour. "Oh!" Feliciano looked at the bag that he held. "I forgot to return Onii-chan's bag to him. I'll go find him now." Ludwig nodded and picked up his own bag. "I'll go with you." "Ve~ Thank you Doitsu."

Meanwhile, Antonio was beginning to get antsy. He had been waiting and waiting for his little Lovi to give him some form a gift but so far, there had been none. Dejected, but determined not to lose hope, he went off to try and find Lovino. After a long search, the Spaniard found him sitting against a tree fast asleep. "Aw…"

Lovino twitched in his sleep and opened his eyes. Blinking several times, he focused on the blurry thing that was in front of him and- "GAH!" A smiling Antonio was kneeling in front of him, filling up his entire field of vision. "Hello, my little tomato. Did you sleep well?" Lovino scowled and looked away. "I was until you came, bastard. What do you want now?"

The Spaniard's shoulders drooped at Lovino's harsh attitude, missing the tell-tale blush that had spread across his face. "But it's Valentine's, mi amor. Won't you at least give me a kiss?" "A ki-" Lovino's face lit up with embarrassment and he slammed Antonio on the head with his shoe. "S-S-Shut up you tomato bastard! W-What are you…I-I'm not gonnna do something like that!" He looked away, caught between anger and embarrassment. The silence between them stretched and Lovino chanced a look at the Spaniard, regretting his move almost instantly. The look on Antonio's face was akin to that of a kicked puppy.

Depressed and resigned to the fact that he wouldn't be getting a Valentine's Day gift from his little tomato, Antonio stood and began to trudge away. "W-Wait!" A hand on his sleeve jerked him back and he was pulled into a rough kiss that ended as quickly as it had come. Surprised, Antonio looked down into the furiously blushing face of Lovino. "I-I didn't say that you could go yet, s-stupid."

"Ve~ That was so cute Lovi! Now you have a Valentine as well!" The two turned to see a smiling Feliciano accompanied by a blushing Ludwig who looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but there. "Dammit!"

Lovino buried his face in Antonio's shoulder, blushing harder than ever. "G-Go away , you stupid potato bastard! W-What the fuck do you think you're looking at?"

In the shadows of the trees, Dodger smirked and held out his hand to another figure. "Won it. Hand over the cash, kid." His smirk widened as the figure unwillingly dropped several bills into his hand. "Thanks. Pleasure doin' business with ye." Taking one last look at the four figures in the distance, Dodger slipped away with Lovino's parting cry ringing in his ears. "I HATE VALENTINE'S DAY!"

Sketchfox: And that concludes that Valentine's Day special. Thanks for reading!

Vash: What the hell was that?

Arthur: Yeah, we didn't even show up!"

Sketchfox: And Dodger is my OC in case you didn't realize so yeah…..

Vash: (reloads gun) Heh, sticking in an OC but not us?

Arthur: (cracks knuckles) Oh, you are so gonna get your ass kicked.

Sketchfox: Gah! Run run, the british are coming the british are coming! Thank you for reading! Please review!