Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
"Hey! Where do you always go?"
Lovi almost jumped out of his skin at the unexpected question. He'd been walking to the public library. It was nearing 7:00 pm on a Thursday and despite it being March, the sky was already growing dark. Crickets had begun to chirp and Lovi was counting each one until a familiar voice scared him half to death.
He whirled around to face Antonio, angry.
"What the flying fuck are you doing following me?!"
"Just walking, man." Antonio held up his hands in mock defeat, falling into pace with the smaller brunette.
Lovino didn't believe a damn word out of his mouth.
"Uh huh. Walking to where?"
"A friend's place. Where are you going? A girlfriend's?"
"Ha." Lovi smirked at the older man, not at all amused. Was he mocking him? "Fuck off."
He continued walking toward the library, fiddling with Kiku's card in his hoodie pocket. If he didn't hurry they would be closed before he had the chance to grab a book on the history of Ukraine.
"You usually don't leave this late. It's dangerous to walk alone at night."
Lovi wanted to turn around but he really needed that damn book. Why had he forgotten to grab it earlier?
And, to be honest, Lovino didn't particularly want to go back and spend the evening with his /happy/ family. He wasn't exactly grateful to have forgotten to grab some research material...but at least it provided him with an escape.
"Why the fuck are you watching me? That's creepy."
Antonio shrugged, looking at a cat perched on the garden wall of a house they were passing by. It was small and black, using its paws to clean itself behind fluffy ears.
"I sit outside a lot and noticed I guess. Why did you slam the door on me?"
The Italian didn't reply, instead choosing to stare straight ahead as he walked. He could feel another headache forming.
"Ah! This is my stop. Ciao, have a safe walk to your girlfriend's." Antonio winked at Lovino then turned and walked up a long driveway that ended in a small gray-blue house. Lovi watched him, wondering if he really had been going to a friend's place after all or if this was all for show.
The Spaniard knocked on the front door. It opened and his face lit up.
"Hey man!"
"Whaaats uuuup?"
None other than Gilbert Beilschmidt and his asshole best friend Francis Bonnefoy stood in the entry way, motioning for Antonio to come inside.
Lovino stood frozen in place, shock washing through his veins like ice. The door slammed shut and Lovi was slapped from his trance. He shook his head to clear it, cursing when his headache only intensified.
Whatever.
He continued walking, quicker this time.
He had a book to get.