After managing to pull Lovino away from the obnoxious fucker, he asked if he wanted to join them and their group for breakfast. Lovino had just blinked. Back in high school, he had been the thorny stem to Feliciano's blooming rosebud. He had assured himself that he didn't need those assholes anyway; that he was a lone wolf. A strong, manly, stylish lone wolf. So he had never been...sought out before. So against his better judgement, he had muttered something equivalent to an "I guess", and Matthew had just smiled and waved goodbye as he left/ran from the room, rubbing his red cheeks.

-Lovino-

Loving was awakened from blissful slumber when a pounding on his door jerked him awake. Sitting up, he spun from left to right, searching for an unknown threat in his still half-asleep state. Then an obnoxiously loud voice assaulted his eardrums.

"Wake up you Italian wiener! Breakfast is starting soon, and Mattie won't let us leave without you!"

"You fuckwit! Be quiet! It's only...seven? What the fuck, asshole?"

"What's the problem?"

"What the ever loving fuck are you doing banging on someone's door at seven in the fucking morning?"

"Why are you so cranky, bro?"

"Cranky? I'm not fucking cranky. I'm pissed the fuck off that some loud, inconsiderate piece of shit is banging on my door at SEVEN O'CLOCK IN THE GODDAMN-"

Alfred let out a squawk, and rubbed the abused spot on the back of his head. Matthew rolled his eyes, and scolded him about being respectful of others, especially at this hour. He turned to Romano's door.

"I'm really sorry about that, Lovino. He won't do it again, will you Alfred?"

"I didn't even-"

"Will you, Alfred?"

Alfred pouted.

"No, I won't. Sorry."

Matthew smiled and continued on, ignoring Alfred's indignant muttering.

"Well, just get ready. Meet us by the front doors when your done, alright?"

"Fine. But if that loud asswipe wakes me up like that ever again, I will put my foot so far up his ass it'll leave a footprint on his small intestine."

-Lovino-

Lovino was on his way to meet them when he was pounced on by Feliciano.

"Damnit Feliciano, get the fuck off of me!"

"No~! It's been so long since I saw you, fratello!"

"You saw me two days ago!"

"It seemed much longer! You've been so busy fixing up your room that we haven't spoken!"

"Whatever, just get off of me, damnit!"

He finally wiggled out of his brothers' vice-like grip; Feliciano still smiling like an idiot, unaffected.

"Ve~ fratello! I met my neighbors! They're so nice~!"

"Don't go befriending weird people!"

"But they really are nice! Kiku is pretty quiet, but super polite! And Ludwig is really tall and strong!"

Lovino rubbed his temples. One day, his moronic brother was going to be murdered in his sleep by someone he said was 'really nice'. And then he'd have to find a way to bring him back to life so he could strangle him for being such a fucking idiot.

"I can't wait to out and see the sights! It's so beautiful here, almost like Italy! And the sun is shining so brightly, oh it's just full of inspiration waiting to be tapped into! And guess what, fratello? I got us VIP passes to a bullfight this Saturday!"

What.

"A bullfight? What makes you think I want to see a bullfight, of all things?"

"Please come, fratello! I'm sure it'll be fun! Besides, I heard that it's almost impossible to get tickets to see one when this matador is a part of it, because he's so popular!"

"Well, how did you get not only tickets, but VIP passes?"

"Luddy's older brother is friends with the star matador, and he's always inviting him and his friends over to see the fights!"

Lovino grimaced. He really didn't feel like leaving his dorm more than necessary.

"Come join us! Besides, how are you going to get a feel for Spanish architecture if you stay inside all day?"

Damn it, fucker had a point.

"Fine. But I'm only coming to observe for my class, alright?"

"Yay! Mi fratello is coming with us!"

"And you're buying snacks!"

"Yep!"

-Lovino-

That's how, on Staurday Lovino found himself standing in front of the enormous arena where where the event would take place. He reluctantly admitted that the obviously old building was well made and attractive to the eye. He snapped a few photos with his phone; he'd upload them to his laptop for reference later. He didn't want Feliciano getting the idea that he liked being here.

And he couldn't take photos inside, so there was that too.

Feliciano had brought a sketch pad with him, excitedly chattering about how he was certain that he'd find tons of inspiration in such a wonderful place. Lovino had grunted in what he hoped sounded like agreement. Ludwig led their group, consisting of himself, Feliciano and Lovino, and Matthew. Lovino had practically dragged Matthew along, Matthew assuring him that it was no problem, and that he didn't mind going at all. They wound up at a large doorway, much less crowded than the main one they had just passed, and were approached by a very loud, very irritating albino.

"There's my baby brother! It's awesome how you finally took up my offer to come see one of the fights. You've been in this program two years straight, and you've never seen one! Always such a damn stick in the mud!"

"Hello, Gilbert. And I've been busy studying, you know that-"

"Blah blah blah, advertising, blah blah blah, working, blah blah blah I have no time for friends or anything remotely fun-"

This is the point where Lovino would have punched him in the throat, but Ludwig just sighed, as if was used to it. Poor bastard.

"Anyway, who are these guys? Your new pals? Finally!"

"Please stop, Gilbert. And this is my neighbor, Feliciano, his brother Lovino, and Lovino's friend Matthew."

"Awesome to meet you!"

Feliciano waved, Matthew smiled, and Lovino grunted again.

"Let's head inside, shall we?"

-Lovino-

The inside was just as impressive, if not more, than the outside. They walked down a hallway into the arena, and Lovino couldn't help but gape a little. His inner artist was a little disheartened. If only he could take some damn photographs...

But they were very close to ground level. The loud crowds were a distance away, leaving them in their own little cocoon to watch the fight. A blonde man stood up to greet them.

"Well, well, well! Look at these cute little companions Ludwig brought with him!"

Feliciano "Ve~"d and waved again, Matthew blushed a little, but nodded a greeting, and Lovino just stuck a middle finger at him. He was not fucking cute.

"Francis, quit being a fucking perv."

"I apologize, mom ami, but I am French, and the French are lovers before anything else, you see!"

"Whatever, bro. Just keep your hands to yourself."

Francis pouted, but it didn't last long.

"If you insist, my friend! Hurry and sit down, it's about to begin!"

-Lovino-

Lovino wasn't all that impressed.

Sure, the fights were a little interesting to watch, but he hadn't been overly wowed by them. The two older men insisted that these fighters paled in comparison to their friend, but he was skeptical. Although, he was rather hard to please. That's why 90% of his works didn't ever see sunlight; he always found something wrong with them. But the main event was about to begin, anyway, and Lovino watched the opening where the bullfighters entered the ring.

Oh.

Oh, damn.

The announcer introduced him as Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo, the most promising young bullfighter the country had seen since his grandfather. Instead of the common plain red cape, the young man's cape bore the Spanish flag. His chocolate brown hair bounced as he entered, and emerald eyes sparkled as he waved to the crowd, who had exploded into cheers. He passed their area, and he enthusiastically waved to his friends, who whistled and waved back. His eyes moved from one person to another, until they made eye contact. Lovino could feel his face burn as the Spainard's grin took on a more...flirtatious vibe.

He was so fucked.

-Lovino-