Chapter 2

The Spaniard sighed as he watched Lovino from the other side of the cafeteria. The temperamental Italian lifted his gaze for a moment to flip Antonio off before going back to the tomato he was eating.

It had been almost a week now since Lovino had started at Hetalia High School and yet he still seemed to be having trouble with making friends; unlike his brother who seemed to have befriended over half the school already.

Antonio stood abruptly and spun on his heel, planning on sitting with the Italian, though he was immediately interrupted by a loud, familiar, and somewhat obnoxious voice.

"Hey, 'Tonio!" an Albino boy called as he threw his bag onto the table and slung his arm over Antonio's shoulders, pushing him back down into his seat. "You still staring at that new kid? What's his face, uh….Lovina?"

"Gilbert, his name is Lovino." Antonio sighed and flashed his goofy grin at his friend. "Besides, Lovina sounds like a girl's name. This isn't a gender-bender!"

"Whatever! Why are you so interested in him anyways? He's a stuck up bastard!"

Antonio shrugged and grinned at the Albino. "He's not that bad! And he's so cute! Especially when he blushes~"

Gilbert opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he heard a crash and a few loud shrieks emitted from a table of girls located behind the two friends. Enter member number three of the Bad Touch Trio.

Francis wobbled unsteadily over to the table and slumped down beside the Spaniard. He rubbed at his cheek that was now beginning to swell, the injury no doubt caused by Elizabeta and her deadly frying pan.

"Kesesese, get yourself a face full of pan, Frenchie?"

"Ohohohon, Gilbert, it is simply a matter of l'amour. Not that I would expect someone like you to understand." Francis blew a kiss at the Albino and grinned in a rather…seductive manner.

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Love is so un-awesome. Why would I want to know anything about that?"

Francis simply smiled as he reached under the table next to them, not trying to hide the fact that he was very obviously attempting to grope the blonde with messy hair and green eyes.

The boy turned immediately and pounded Francis on the head. "You bloody wanker! Keep your filthy hands off me, frog face!"

"But Arthur, mon cher, I was only trying to share mon amour with you."

"Take it somewhere else, git!" With that, Arthur turned and grabbed another boy, Alfred, by the arm and stomped off, blushing furiously as he did so.

Antonio took this as his chance to stand up from the table and stealthily approach a certain Italian.

This here be a line :D

Lovino jumped and let out a shriek…erm…a very manly shriek that is…when he felt a pair of arms coil around his waist. He spun around to see bright shining green eyes. Fucking tomato bastard.

"What the hell do you want, bastardo!" Lovino yelled, face getting hotter as he shoved the Spaniard away.

"Lovi~ Don't be so mean!" Antonio whined, looking like a kicked puppy.

Lovino pouted and stood from his spot, smushing a tomato onto the other boy's head in the process. Antonio blinked looking somewhat surprised, but the smile never faltered. He even managed a quiet "tan lindo!" as the seething Lovino glared daggers at him.

"Damn bastard… Perfectly good tomato… And what's with that smile? Does it ever go away! Mio dio!" the Italian grumbled as he collected his things and stormed away.

"Ah! Fratello!"

Lovino looked up to see his idiot of a brother waving to him from where he was sitting with his friends; Kiku Honda, a quiet Japanese boy and Ludwig Beilschmidt, the German potato bastard.

Lovino shot a death glare at the German before looking back at his twin. "What do you want?" he snapped.

Not taking the hint that Lovino was somewhat pissed off already-Feleciano never was good at reading the atmosphere-the younger of the two Italians just smiled obliviously and latched onto Ludwig's arm, causing said German to appear quite flustered. "Luddy's going to come over after school today, okay?"

Lovino simply stood still fighting the urge to jump at the German and scream at him. Thankfully the bell rang and the cafeteria emptied out. Muttering a quiet "fottiti, bastardo di patate," the older Italian turned and followed the rest of the crowd.

This here be lovely line #2

"Loviiiii~!"

Said Italian groaned and banged his head on the inside of his locker. He mumbled something incoherent before turning to face the smiling Spaniard, who was now completely cleared of the tomato that had been squished on his head not too long ago. "Stop. Calling. Me. Lovi."

"Oh, lo siento, mi tomate. It's just that it's so cute when you blush every time I say it!"

"Do not!" Lovino shouted, attracting the attention of the other students that were still lingering in the halls causing his face to transform into an even deeper shade of red. He lowered his voice as he struggled to reach a book on the top shelf of his locker. "What do you want?"

Antonio laughed, grabbed the book that was giving his little tomate so much trouble and handed it over to the disgruntled Italian. "Our next class is math, si? I was wondering if you would like to walk with me!"

Lovino pointed to the room just across the hall and scowled at the older boy. "Ta dah."

Antonio scratched his head and grinned, yanking Lovino across the hall.

The rest of Lovino's day was spent being constantly annoyed by the annoying Spaniard. At least he could look forward to the visit from the potato bastard after school… Never mind.

A/N:

And there's chapter 2 up! I hope you all enjoy it as mush as you did the first! Thank you all who reviewed, alerted and favourited! I'm so happy to see that people like it! My lines didn't show up so I had to...uh...improvise!

I was thinking of introducing some other pairings to the story! Anybody have any suggestions? I might go with PruCan as one of them.

Translations:

Italian:

Bastardo : bastard

Mio dio : my god

Fratello : brother

Fottiti, bastardo di potate : fuck you, potato bastard

Spanish:

Tan lindo : so cute

French:

L'amour : love

Mon cher : my dear

(Anything else is used in the previous chapter, therefore the translations are there.)

Review and receive a virtual tomato ;) or potato! Whichever you prefer!