Antonio jogged back only twenty minutes past what Lovino had told him to be back and still not one hundred percent accurate with his uniform, although it was better than when he had started. His grey-brown uniform scarcely buttoned up correctly and still not straight, his pants still not tucked in all the way but better than when Lovino had first seen him.
Lovino had his arms behind his back, watching as he commanded the large group of soldiers in front of him as the group jogged around. When Antonio had finally decided to join them, Lovino looked pissed. He stepped away and paced a few steps to the right. "And halt!" He yelled, loud enough for the entire group to hear them. "Take position and lend your hearts!" He watched as the soldiers stomped their feet together and pressed their fist over their chest and heart, other arm and fist behind their backs. Lovino turned to face Antonio. "You're late. I gave you five minutes. That's more than enough time to get ready considering you should have been ready before we even started not to mention the fact you were late and unclean. You still have dirt on your face. Shoelaces are untied and not tucked into the tongue of your boots. The collar of your shirt isn't straight and it's untidy. Twenty minutes and you come back like this?"
"Ah~ But you see Lovino, I was busy brushing my hair~" The Spaniard hummed in a sing-song voice. Antonio made it quite obvious that he would a difficult soldier to train and didn't have the smallest bit of discipline.
"While you are here you won't call me Lovino." He grumbled, voice colder by the second and his eyes grew angrier. "You shall call me Sergeant Vargas. No if's, and's, or but's." Lovino circled the spaniard. "You have dirt on the back of your shirt. How is that even possible when you haven't even started any training?" He questioned before facing the rest of the group. "Dismiss! I'll see you all again in an hour. I expect you clean and dressed properly." The Italian watched as the sea of dull tan parted and went it's separate ways. Half to probably eat and the rest to most likely rest. Then he noticed Antonio waving and beginning to walk off. "Not you." He said, facing antonio once more. "You're running the rest of the day. Don't stop until the sun falls completely and it's dark. You'll be going without lunch and dinner. You'll eat breakfast early in the morning and proceed your running. I don't want a soldier dying on me." He reached behind him to the canteen that he had and threw it to Antonio's feet. "Fill it before you start you run. Make it last." With that, Lovino turned and left to attend the cafeteria where he'd have to eat along with keep the idiot newbies out of trouble.