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What a chapter over 2000 words(over 3000 and that's without the AN's) I'm surprised! And happy with myself they are finally getting longer! Sorry that it's late I had some trouble with it and was kind of busy today :P.

Woo I have been looking forward to this chapter myself, but it was so difficult to write ..
I had it all planned out in my head perfectly and it didn't come out like I wanted it (but when do they ever?) so I am a little disappointed… I feel that I was a little OOC sometimes if so then let me know.

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Fire burned in Lovino's chest as he walked through the streets, his ankle protesting every step with a sudden burst of agonizing pain. He had been walking for hours, unable to clear his head of the horrible hell of a life that he was living.

It had been over two fucking weeks since he was first released from the hospital, and he had just finished up with one of his follow-up appointments. His injuries were taking much longer to heal than he originally thought they would; his arm still had at least a month to go before it would be fully healed. Since he was on his feet all day for work his ankle refused to heal and if anything was getting worse, while his ribs protested his every breath sending immense agony to every corner of his body. The worst part was the concussion. The damn thing was supposed to be healed in a matter of days, one week max, but when he reported to the doctor that he was still having symptoms the bastard's stupidly cheery disposition crumbled and left a worried look in his eyes. Today the idiot revealed the continuing symptoms could just be due to the severity of the concussion and would take a little longer to heal, or they would be permanent and Lovino would never escape the torture.

Lovino didn't want to go home because either A) Feliciano would be there and would annoy the hell out of him all night or B) Feliciano would not be there and he would be alone to crumple in on himself, giving into the pain he had been so resistant to. Neither option sat well with Lovino so he just continued meandering through the boring streets of his boring city with all of the annoying bastards that had nothing better to do than hang out in town. As if to emphasise his point, he wasn't paying attention and walked into someone who was standing in the middle of the damn sidewalk. He snapped out of his distracted state, spat a few dozen curse words, and yelled at the bastard for blocking the fucking street when he realized, he wasn't the only one.

There was a fucking mob of people gathered in the area capturing the entire sidewalk for the purpose of standing there. However, upon further inspection, they weren't just standing there; they were slowly either filtering into the building in front of them or being turned away back towards the street. Lovino checked out the outside of the building to see what the fuck was up with all the attention only to see that it was some sort of nightclub. Just. Fucking. Perfect. He quickly deduced the fact that the crowd wasn't going anywhere and it was going to be damn near impossible to find a path through it.

He decided to try anyway, forcing his way through the throng of people by means of his elbows and an infuriated string of curses. Then, he thought of something unexpected, 'why not join them?' There was no reason he could not go in and enjoy himself; not to mention after the hell of a day he'd had he really needed a drink. With this sudden realization he gave up struggling and followed the group of people into the building.

It did not take too long to be swarmed into the building. Soon enough he was in and it was as if he was lost in something next to another world. Nothing that existed outside the club seemed to be inside and vice versa; they were polar opposites. The over-crowded aspect of outside did not carry into it despite it being more people and less space. People were pushed so close against each other in varying forms in different areas maneuvering the large facility easily manageable. The harsh light of street lamps from outside were erased and replaced with utter darkness illuminated only by the few neon lights surrounding the bar, and dance floor, and the flashing overhead strobe lights using various colors to the extent that an epileptic would go into utter shock. On a similar note, the lighting situation had drastic effects on Lovino's concussion, causing the room to spin and his mind to be erased by of anything that was not flashing spinning images and causing him to be uneasy on his feet. He eventually stumbled his way to the bar, moving as if he was already drunk.

He clasped his hands to the bar in an effort to stable himself before being able to climb onto the stool, and ordered the first wine he saw on the menu, and silently praying it would arrive soon and the server would stand by with more. The second the purple liquid appeared in front of him he, it was gone and as it took effect he relished the taste he had missed oh so much over the past month. His glass was soon refilled and he downed it just as quickly, finally being able to feel a little more at ease in his situation. His vision was spinning from the alcohol rather than the concussion, or was it both? He mentally shrugged and turned to check out the room. The bar was virtually abandoned as servers catered to those either at tables or on the red and black leather couches that lined the room with similar furniture pieces facing them. The rest of the people were gathered on the spacious dance floor dancing like there was nothing else in the world and Lovino envied them. Damn his injuries for preventing his enjoyment of a perfectly interesting club.

He downed another glass, eyes fading out slightly unfocused before he was returned to consciousness. His initial enjoyment of the drink quickly passed as he realized how greatly the alcohol was affecting his already impaired mind. 'Fuck, maybe this wasn't such a good idea,' Lovino's mental curses continued as he steadied himself and tried to remove himself from the stool he was on. He stumbled off rather ungracefully, when he normally wouldn't have been hindered by three glasses of wine. His stumble caused something beside him to crash to the ground and he turned around to inspect the damage.

His neighbor's crutches had been knocked over in his hazy state and it took him a moment to think, wait a second, had there been someone sitting next to him? The drunk Italian pondered staring at the fallen devices and his mind slowly faded leaving him looking confused.

"Uh, are you alright?" A worried voice came from the man whose property Lovino just damaged. Lovino looked up at him to see worried green eyes staring at him trying to examine the situation growing very confused.

"Of-" Lovino swayed on his feet and stumbled forward a step to the bar to try to maintain what little balance he had, "of course I am, bastard, he muttered the last word and his head was spinning so that he could not focus on anything and just tried to remain standing. Lovino blinked and moved to step away again nearly falling over only to have a hand catch his shoulder before his stumble could have any real repercussions. Lovino looked back to the now standing man who had a really pained look on his face as he led Lovino back to his seat and back to his own.

The influence of the concussion vanished as quickly as it had appeared and Lovino finally felt more competent despite the alcohol running through his veins, without the concussion it had a much smaller effect on him and he was about to order another glass when he noticed the man looking at him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing staring at me like that?" Lovino snarled ready to deck the guy if he gave a vaguely unlikable answer.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but you just almost fell face first, do you really think more alcohol is a good idea?" The stranger raised an eyebrow, a happy smile on his face despite the serious question.

"I am fine damn it I don't need some random bastard trying to tell me how much I can handle," Lovino glared daggers at the other man hoping he would not take his tone lightly, which of course he did.

"Sorry, I'm just trying to be a good guy" he held up his hands in an 'I surrender' notion, "I am Antonio by the way," He said the bright smile still plastered to his face.

Lovino remained silent and Antonio dropped his hands, his smile dropping a little before Lovino spoke "And why should I give a shit about your name?"

The other's face fell a little more before brightening when he figured out what words to use "Well, when I talk to someone I like to know their name," he answered.

"Who the hell said I wanted to talk to you, damn it?" Lovino charged and the other didn't respond his smile wavering noticeably before admitting, "Lovino."

Antonio had an immensely confused look on his face and the only word that came out of his mouth was "what?"

Lovino rolled his eyes and answered, "My name damn it, it's Lovino."

"Oh, okay, nice to meet you Lovino," Antonio's grin re-established itself on his face and he thought for a second "Are you Italian? You sound Italian?"

"What gave it away the fucking accent or the damn name?" Lovino was getting irritated with this guy's mood.

"Both, actually, bet you can't guess what country I'm from, I'll even give you a hint my full name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo," he smirked slightly but his thick accent had given it away the first time he spoke.

Lovino looked at him incredulously trying to determine whether or not to humor him "You're kidding me, right?" He questioned and the acquaintance shook his head, 'Of course not, you have to be fucking kidding me,' he complained in his head momentarily before answering, " It's obvious, you're from Spain."

Antonio stared at him with wide eyes and Lovino internally debated whether he was just an imbecile or if he had too much to drink that evening. From the looks of it, it appeared to be both. "Wow! That is amazing, how did you figure that out so quickly" Antonio appeared to be mesmerized by the Italian looking at him intently.

"It is kind of obvious" Lovino rolled his eyes at the idiot.

They just sat there for a moment, utterly silent and Lovino looked up to notice Antonio was staring at him. He took this moment to return the gesture, taking in the details of the Spaniard. He was dressed a little too nice to be regarded as casual, a steel grey button-down and black tie covered his chest, and no, damn it, Lovino did not notice how nicely the shirt fit him, and he had on dark jeans (again no, Lovino did not give a fuck about how nicely they fit the toned man, he didn't even notice) with grey tennis shoes. Lovino's eyes moved to study his face. He had chocolate brown hair slightly darker than his own, and it fell down his face in loose messy curls that looked perfect despite it being obvious that he didn't work on it. His skin was a sun kissed tan that went perfectly with the hair and contrasted well with the clothes. Eventually Lovino focused on his face and Lovino's heart stopped for a second now, 'it's not like he's fucking attractive or some shit like that,' despite his mind's protests Lovino could not help but be captivated by the man. He was indeed handsome; hell if Lovino was honest he was fucking sexy and from the looks of it he knew it too. His face appeared to be sculpted by the gods and his smile, which was stupidly big but a permanent feature the face, shined like one thousand stars when it was at full blow. The last things he looked at were his eyes, hazel and emerald gazing into each other studying each other, he seemed familiar but Lovino could not place him and for one damn second he could swear his acquaintance had a similar thought running through his mind.

They caught each other's eyes and held the gaze for a moment but Lovino could feel his cheeks growing warmer as it continued "Oi, bastard quit staring at me like that," the Spaniard blinked out of his trance and just sat there still daze and looking off in thought, "Say something, damn it, or I'm out of here" the Italian threatened bringing him fully back to reality.

"Oh, si," Antonio nodded and said the first thing that popped into his head "So, have you ever been here before?"

Lovino considered not answering as it was dangerously close to a pick up line but he decided against it and that the bastard was too stupid for something like that to work. "No, this is a first for me" he looked nonchalantly at the wine and took a sip rather than swallowing it all at once as he had before.

"So why did you decide to try it today?" Antonio seemed honestly curious about Lovino's motives causing the latter to shift uncomfortably under the former's eyes.

"I had a really bad day; I had been wandering outside for a fucking long while trying to clear my head before I decided that a couple of damn drinks would fit the situation a little better." Lovino spoke normally and nonchalantly like the conversation had no meaning, "What about you, have you been here before?" Lovino returned the question.

"Si, many times, it is one of my friends' and I's favorite hangouts, they are actually over there," he motioned to a group of boisterous men talking and dancing like buffoons, "It is actually my friend Gilbert's little brother's twenty-first birthday, that's why I am here now," he motioned to a taller blonde man with a few empty beers in front of him and a shorter man with silver hair a few feet away completely surrounded by empty bottles .

"So why the fuck aren't you over there with them?" Lovino raised raising an eyebrow and Antonio flushed.

"Well, they are over there dancing and everything and it isn't particularly easy to dance like this" he motioned to a cast that encased his foot and part of his ankle. Lovino figured that that explained the look on his face when he had stood earlier and the crutches that were still lying under the bar.

"What the fuck happened?" Lovino rose an eyebrow as to what he could have done to end up in that situation.

"Oh, it's nothing, my foot just got run over a couple of weeks ago, it's no big deal" he shrugged then his eyes fixed on Lovino's arm he motioned to it as he spoke, "What about you?"

"Oh yeah well you see that's a fucking long story I don't care to get into right now" Antonio's eyes pleaded with him hoping to break the Italian's will, and it worked. "Fine, damn it quit looking at me like that, it's nothing really," he decided to look at anywhere but the Spaniard hoping to avoid his gaze as he spoke and chose the party of his friends behind him. He studied the people as he spoke trying to keep his mind distracted from the words coming out of his mouth. He saw the man with white hair and the oddest little bird on his head stand up and stagger over, completely drunk off his ass, and he began his tale, "Well a couple of weeks ago I was really pissed about my boss and was not paying attention to where I was going." There was a blonde man with a beard who was incessantly grinding up against anyone who made the mistake of getting too close, "I walked right out into the road which just so happened to have a car headed straight for me." There was a tall buff blonde man who was slow dancing with someone hidden behind hid figure, "Luckily, someone knocked me out of the way, so I didn't die, but it did cause a sprained ankle, broken arm, some broken ribs, a concussion and I was in a coma for the first three or so weeks." He kept his eyes trained away expertly locked on the dancing blonde man as he and his partner slowly began to turn.

He missed Antonio's eyes widen in realization as he suddenly exclaimed "THAT'S WHERE I KNOW YOU FROM! I'M THE ONE WHO-"

The couple completed a half a rotation allowing Lovino to see the boy the blonde was dancing with just in time for them to share a gentle kiss. He was cut off by an angry Italian darting up from the bar muttering a truly pissed off "excuse me" and barreling across the club straight toward the dancing couple. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING HERE, YOU BASTARD!" He came face to face with a familiar curl and stared straight into a younger version of his own face, the eyes of which were wide with fear. Lovino took a look around the nearby table to see all 5 spots were littered with at least 2 or more bottles of beer.

"F- Fr- Fratello, wh-what are you doing here, you know what the doctor said about alcohol-" the younger brother tried but was cut off by the severely pissed off older brother.

"I don't give a damn about what the doctor says, what about you and alcohol, you are only 20 you are not even old enough to drink how the hell did you even get in here?" His eyes were not capable of displaying the anger he was feeling right then.

"W- w- well it's L-Luddy's birthday and I really wanted to be here for it so his big brother and his friends helped me sneak in…" Lovino's mind flashed to the 2 men he had seen earlier and Antonio?

"I don't give a damn whose birthday it is, this is fucking illegal Feliciano" his use of his brother's full name showed his hostility, he turned to the blonde man "And you, you fucking potato bastard stay the fuck away from my brother got it?" Lovino hissed threateningly and it actually seemed to shake the larger man. "We are leaving if I have to drag you out." Lovino warned, and that is precisely what he had to do, he stormed out of the bar dragging his crying, tipsy brother by the collar as they exited the club and made their way home.

AN

And here we see the wild Lovino in his many forms Angry, Drunk, and actually Friendly (If you can call it that).

To answer questions, yes they are in America, and I am going with the official ages (Germany is just a few months older than Italy)

Hopefully it'll start getting better from here on out.

Please, leave reviews or send PMs saying characters or pairings you want to make appearances. Also do you guys want anything from Antonio's POV or not? And are you interested in omakes, if so then who?