Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

"It's not a big deal, shut up." Lovi was attempting to hush the school's current student librarian.

Kiku eyed him wearily.

He was always doing that.

Lovino shot him a snotty look.

"They shut off your internet access because they are worried about your study habits? Your parents continue to baffle me."

"I'll just make appearances at all the local libraries. As a matter of fact, I'll show up to the shitty one downtown so often, at such strange goddamn hours, that people will start thinking I'm giving out hand jobs behind dumpsters for some extra fucking cash!"

The small Italian boy had grown redder and redder as he spoke. He gasped for air after the rant and turned to face the opposite direction of Kiku's eyes. It was no use; he could still feel them boring into his back.

Lovi turned to face Kiku again, waiting to hear an off-handed comment about how he had no right to hush the Japanese boy when he was making so much noise.

But instead, he got a sympathetic look.

"Please don't go to the library on first street after dark. I'm surprised the old women that work there have yet to be mugged. I heard Gilbert and Francis hang down there on Saturdays."

Recognizing a joke about popular kids, Lovi grinned.

Kiku smiled back and handed him a thin piece of hard plastic.

"You can use my card at the library a mile from your complex. I know you have fines on your account. It's the only reason you'd go out of your way to walk to first street's library."

"Thanks, ass." He pocketed the card.

"Anytime Lovino. You know I'd invite you to my place if I could but, as you are aware, I have strict-"

"-parents. 'Gotcha." Lovino finished Kiku's sentence and threw the boy a small smile. He couldn't be angry at him for living in a situation similar to his. He picked up his mountain of books and headed away from the desk his friend worked at, towards the back of the school library.

If only this library was open past school hours. Sadly shit didn't work that way.

He passed by a crowd of people chatting loudly about a new kid they'd seen hanging around the park by Lovino's apartment complexes. The Italian wondered if maybe it was a new neighbor of his.

fucking great, another person he'd have to small talk with while he gardened.

Lovino grimaced and opened his history book.

This was going to be a long week.