AN: God I'm tired as hell. I hate being an adult. Don't be an adult. On your 18th birthday, refuse. Tell your family that you are still 17 and you'll shave the family cat if they keep telling people you're 18.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

Mrs. Vargas slammed open her son's bedroom door, an annoyed look on her face.

"No knocking from my parents, fuck no that's unheard of." Lovino grumbled under his breath.

"Antonio is here to see you, again." He hated how she did that, put emphasis on the word as if it was her problem and she bore all the weight of the situation.

After the most recent slamming-the-door-in-Antonio's-face incident, the Italian's luck only grew worse when Lovino's parents recognized the man who had moved in across from them as their old neighbor's son.

Antonio had lived in the apartment across from them for years when Lovino was a child. The two boys had grown up together, making pillow forts and mud castles. Eventually they grew out of those awkward phases and started reading comics, determined to be as cool as the heroes gracing the pages of the manga books Toni collected.

Despite the age gap, Antonio had been Lovi's best friend and partner in crime. He'd kept the bullies at bay by playing the big brother card and had offered shelter for the smaller boy when his parents were in a mood.

He'd been Lovino's knight in shining armor.

But all of that had been smashed to pieces when the small brunette turned 14. Antonio's family decided to pack up and leave the apartment complexes behind, in search of a house. A 16 year old Antonio had hugged Lovino tightly and kissed him lightly on the mouth. So soft that Lovi swore years later that he had imagined it.

But deep down, he knew that saying it never happened would mean denial. That moment had secured all the feelings he'd been battling against since the start of puberty. As Lovi stood in the rain and watched his best friend drive away, he knew for certain that he was without a doubt gay.

And now Antonio had moved back into the complexes and pretended not to know anyone. But Lovi's parents had recognized him. Lovino couldn't make sense of why the man acted as though he had no clue who they were.

And now that he'd been found out, he had another fucking thing coming if he thought Lovi was going to grovel at his feet for their bashed friendship to repair itself.

It just wasn't happening.

"Tell him I'm busy."

She nodded and closed Lovi's door.