Read the A/N at the bottom!

Warnings: I'm awkward at writing things

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters mentioned.

Thanks to SimplySalted for being my lovely beta reader!

It had taken Antonio longer than he wanted to admit to call the number that Lovino had left for him. He would dial the number, only to panic and hang it up before the first ring had even gone through. Eventually, Emma had gotten tired of watching his display of cowardice and stole his phone, calling the number herself before forcing him to wait for an actual answer.

When Lovino had first spoken, however, Antonio felt his nervousness fade away, smiling and laughing with ease as they held a conversation as effortlessly as the ones they'd managed to hold in the shop itself. After deciding on a movie that they'd both agreed on and making plans to meet at the theater, Emma ended up teasing Antonio for the rest of the work day about the wide smile that he hadn't be able to shake off.

He'd left work early at Emma's urging, hurrying home to prepare. Only, after changing his outfit at least four times, before deciding on something casual and hoping that he wouldn't be under-dressed, he realized that he'd jumped the gun, and still had an hour to kill before he even needed to leave his house.

He tried to wait in his apartment for as long as possible, trying to prevent himself from being there too early, and seeming overly eager. He had only made it half an hour waiting before grabbing his keys and practically sprinting towards the theater. He couldn't stand the excitement anymore.

When he entered the door, with the intention of buying the tickets for their show, he instead was met with the sight of Lovino, standing by the wall, attempting to blend in with the crowd. As Antonio stood there, deciding if he should approach the other, or wait until the actual time they were supposed to meet, Lovino decided for him when he caught sight of him.

"Hi Lovino! You're here early!"

Lovino rolled his eyes as he stopped in front of Antonio, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans in an attempt to appear casual. His eyes, however, revealed the nervousness he was really feeling. "You're one to talk, moron, coming twenty minutes early."

Antonio decided not to point out that Lovino himself had been even earlier than him. "Sorry, Emma kicked me out early and promised to close up, I just couldn't sit at home anymore. I thought I'd come early and get our tickets, so it wouldn't sell out! I heard that this movie's been really popular lately!'

"Yeah, that's what I thought too," Lovino huffed, biting his lip in annoyance. "The show we were going to catch is already sold out."

"What?" Antonio looked at the board and, sure enough, it was. "Well! That kinda sucks!" Antonio examined the board, before clucking his teeth in thought. "Well we could always catch that movie-"

Lovino wrinkled his nose in disgust. "If you mean that stupid chick-flick movie, no thanks. My brother saw that movie, the idiot, and said he cried like a baby. So, it's got to be terrible."

Antonio chuckled, before patting the other on the back and exclaiming "I'll take your word on that one!" They went back and forth for a few moments, attempting to decide if there was a movie they could actually agree upon, before Lovino eventually put his foot down and claimed that they should just go somewhere else. Exiting the theater, they began to walk down the street, shooting ideas back and forth of where they could go instead.

"We could always go to the park?"

Lovino laughed loudly. "Like a romantic stroll through the park, walking past the pond and gazing at the moon in the reflection? Sounds cheesy. Pass."

Antonio couldn't help but whine when his idea was shot down. "Aw, come on! I think it's a nice idea! How often do you actually get the chance to go to the park?"

Lovino let out a snort of laughter, before shaking his head. "And be surrounded by loud children who refuse to listen to their parents and throw dirt at people who walk by? That doesn't sound really romantic to me."

"It's seven o'clock at night though, Lovino! No kids are going to be out there!"

"It's a Friday, don't you think that teenagers might hang around there? They're even worse than snot-nosed kids!"

Antonio sighed deeply, as though he was actually upset that the idea had been turned down. "Fine then, stubborn. Where do you want to go?"

Lovino was silent for a few moments, lost in thought, before shrugging his shoulders. "I'd be fine just walking around I guess." Antonio made a noise of disapproval at that, causing Lovino to throw his hands up in frustration. "Well, do you have any other bright ideas?"

Antonio hummed in thought, before snapping his fingers. "We'll get something to eat, and go to my shop!"

"What's so different about that, idiot? We're there all the time!" Antonio just smiled, before grabbing the other's hand and pulling him faster down the street.

"You'll see! Now, how do you feel about pizza?"

"Are you sure we're even supposed to be here, Antonio?" Lovino asked nervously, gripping the box in his hands tightly as Antonio worked on unlocking the chain that blocked off the stairs to the roof of the store. "Emma seemed pretty angry that we're even here in the first place."

Antonio looked over his shoulder and smiled, nodding as he pulled the chain off and opened the door. "I'm sure she'll get over it when I talk to her about it later. Besides, she's closing up now and I can go where I want in this building, because I own it!"

"You rent this building."

"Yeah, well- That's not the point here, Lovino! I have the key for this here, so obviously I'm allowed to go up here, right?" At that, Lovino couldn't find anything wrong with that logic, and simply followed the Spaniard up the stairs.

"Here we are! Sorry it's not the greatest up here, but it's where I take my breaks. I figured it would be quiet enough for us to enjoy, and be able to talk to each other without any interruptions!"

He watched Lovino examine the set up. When he'd first moved into the shop, he'd discovered the small roof was perfect for being able to sit on during sunny days when he took lunch. Two chairs, and a small table sat in the middle, and the pop up tent that he'd had from when he used to visit the beach with his family was set up above them, tied down tightly to the sides of the roof in order to prevent it from blowing away. After observing the set up for a few moments in silence, Lovino nodded. "It'll do, bastard. Not bad."

Antonio took it as a compliment, smiling as he took the box out of the other's hands, and gestured to the seats. "It's the best when I really need to get away from the crowds! No one bothers me up here. Well, Emma does, when I accidentally fall asleep and come back late…but that's only happened a few times!"

Lovino snorted at that, sitting down in the chair Antonio gestured to. "I think you're lying. You seem to be the type who likes to sleep a lot."

"Aw, come on, that's not nice! I like sleep as much as the next guy, but I promise you I'm not lazy!"

For the next few hours, they talked about trivial things, from the different types of foods they liked, to their choices in music (which, surprisingly enough, were almost the same), joking back and forth, talking and teasing each other with ease as they learned more and more about each other. Soon enough, a phone call interrupted their fun.

As Lovino hung up the phone, he sighed. "That was my idiot of a brother. Its ten o'clock and he thought that I'd been murdered because I didn't come home for dinner. I told him that I was going out tonight, but he didn't listen!" He rubbed the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "Why couldn't he be like my grandfather and not worry about me? I'm an adult, goddammit!"

Antonio let him rant for a few moments, making noises in agreement at the appropriate times, before deciding to interrupt. "Do you not get along with your brother, or something?" By the way he froze, Antonio knew he was treading on dangerous waters. Only when the other let out a shuddering sigh did he remember what had happened the last time he'd brought up his brother to the temperamental Italian, and he could only hope he didn't ruin their otherwise fantastic date with the question.

"It's not that… It's just, he's always been a crybaby that people see the need to coddle and treat him as though he's perfect. Because of this, he always expects that he's going to get his way. If I don't get home within the next hour, he'll end up throwing a fit, and crying, and I'll end up being the one who gets in trouble with grandpa."

"Why don't you move out then?" Antonio asked, cleaning the leftover box from the pizza that they'd shared.

"It's cheaper than living at the dorms at school, and close enough to campus that I can walk. I know he's just looking out for me, but it doesn't mean that it's not annoying." Antonio clicked his tongue in agreement as he tore the box apart while Lovino simultaneously let out a breathy sigh. "Sorry."

Antonio looked at him in confusion as he shoved the box into the garbage can he'd stored up there, and asked "Why are you apologizing?"

Lovino stood up, rubbing his arms in embarrassment. "I ruined the evening with my ranting. You didn't need to know all that, especially on our first date." Antonio shook his head, walking towards the doorway and motioning for Lovino to follow him.

"Oh no, trust me! I'm actually glad you told me, because I feel as though I know nothing about you, or your family!" He smiled back at him, opening the door at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Lovino to walk down, before locking the chain once again behind him. "And, first date, huh? Are you saying that there are more nights like this in the future?"

Antonio had to stifle a laugh as he noticed the way the other's ears tinted red as they walked back into the coffee shop, which had long since been closed with only a few lights left on for them by Emma. "That all depends on you, bastard."

Antonio pretended as though he had to think about it as they left through the front door, and locked up behind them. "Hm… I don't know. I think I'd like to, if you don't think you, what did you say, 'ruined the evening', was it?"

Lovino cracked a small, half smile that Antonio almost missed, and sighed as though he didn't have a choice in the matter. "I guess that we're going to go out again. And this time, we're not going to sit on a dingy roof and eat shitty pizza, got it? You better actually have a better plan next time!"

Antonio pouted and exclaimed "It was more romantic than just walking around the city! I think I did pretty good on the spot, if you ask me!" Lovino just shook his head. "Well, I guess I better walk you home, eh? It's late, and you live farther away than I do, right?" And this way, he'd have a little bit longer with Lovino, but he decided not to voice that.

Lovino nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets before walking. "That sounds okay, bastard, but you better not try to give me a good night kiss. You're going to have to try harder than this to get one off of me!"

Walking beside him, Antonio just winked and grinned at him. "I look forward to it."

I had no intentions on ever continuing this but I got hit by a wave of inspiration while trying to write a different fic, and wrote this in two hours while I was internetless.

This takes place later that night after Lovino gave Antonio his phone number.

It took Antonio four hours to work up the courage to call Lovino and make the date. I'm not completely happy with this, but I couldn't do anything to make it better. SIGHS DEEPLY.

I also wrote another chapter, but I may or may not post it, depending on if people would want to read it? (It takes place at a later time. like half a year later?).

Let me know if you guys find any glaring mistakes, because it's late at night and I probably made some while editing!

Ah well thanks for reading! :D Reviews are loved!

~Frost